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Just when Ji Qinghong's expression had returned to calm, an unexpected incident suddenly occurred.

I saw a flash of pink light on Yan Luoyue's waist, and the strange fire "Falling Petals" flew out from the straw-woven Pixiu like a siphon.

The small flame landed on the table in a graceful manner, and then with a fierce momentum as if walking into a trap, it rushed towards the ink-colored crow's cry fire!

"Huh?"

This time, not only Ji Qinghong, but even Yan Luoyue's expression changed.

Neither the master nor the disciple cared about watching the other's fun. Only Wu Manshuang sat quietly aside and saw the expressions of both of them clearly.

Many years later, Wu Manshuang created a hanging painting titled "Wu Manshuang Watching" to record this extraordinary historical moment.

Someone asked him, "Who is the surprised little girl on the left side of the picture?"

"It's Luoyue."

"Who is that evil man with white hair, red eyes and a strange expression on the right side of the picture?"

"My Master."

"In that case, what about Wu Manshuang?"

"——Wu Manshuang was watching."*

All in all, Fanfan's appearance was completely beyond the expectations of Yan Luoyue and Ji Qinghong.

Especially when he saw this flame fiercely and proactively throwing itself into the ink-colored flame core, Ji Qinghong shook his head with an expression that said "this kid is stupid, just give birth to a smaller one".

"Hmm, is this your alien fire?"

Yan Luoyue held her breath and observed the situation of the two fires fighting each other. She didn't have time to answer and just said "hmm" as a reply.

Ji Qinghong shook his head with deep emotion: "I can't have it anymore. Let's change it."

It just so happens that Yan Luoyue just opened the box and got a Crow's Cry Fire Split Fire, so it would be nice to replace it with this one.

You must know that the crow's cry fire is the ancestor of all fires.

Under normal circumstances, any flame that comes into contact with it will be naturally absorbed into it like a drop of water falling into the sea.

Of course, the method of doing the opposite, like Hongtong Palace, absorbing the essence of the Crow's Cry Fire and transferring it to one's own strange fire, is another matter.

But Ji Qinghong saw clearly that Yan Luoyue's strange fire seemed to be bewitched and it stuck to him and launched a suicide attack!

Even as they ended their conversation, the dispute between the two flames was still raging.

The ink-colored flame had been sealed in the map for a long time, but Yan Luoyue carried the small pink flame with him, and often had refining materials to practice with.

But the size of the fallen petals is only about the same as a peach petal.

The ink-colored flame was almost dozens of times larger than it, a long and thin strip, about the size of a white crane chick.

These two flames each have their own advantages and disadvantages, and they are evenly matched.

For a moment, ink-colored and pink sparks kept splashing in front of Yan Luoyue's eyes.

I saw two balls of flame intertwined with each other, black in the pink and pink in the black. They embraced each other and rolled from east to west and then from west to east on the table.

They work seriously and conscientiously, just like two rookie chickens pecking at each other.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

The scene was so shocking that Yan Luoyue couldn't help but cover her eyes with one hand.

Ji Qinghong's expression changed from carelessness at first to concentration later.

He stared at the two flames that were embracing each other for a while, and suddenly pulled the two flames apart, one on the left and one on the right.

Yan Luoyue consciously wanted to reach out and save Fanfen.

Unexpectedly, after the ink-colored flame saw her choice, it suddenly trembled violently between Ji Qinghong's fingers, like a black and white screen that could not receive any signal.

Ji Qinghong sighed and criticized Yan Luoyue on behalf of Huo Yan: "You are so biased."

The ink-colored flame shook heavily twice, as if agreeing with this view.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Holding the fallen petals in his hand and looking at them, Ji Qinghong asked with a smile, "Where did you find this one?"

Being able to fight with the Fire of Crow's Cry for a whole round without losing, the identity of this delicate and small pink flame is obviously obvious.

Yan Luoyue replied calmly: "You may not believe it, but the cats got into the broken cardboard boxes by themselves."

And her pink powder was easily caught with a broken basket!

Ji Qinghong blinked his gem-like red eyes twice, and stared at Yan Luoyue for a while, until the back of her neck felt hairy: "...What's wrong, Master?"

Ji Qinghong asked knowingly, "What's your name?"

"...Yan Luoyue?"

Ji Qinghong pointed to the side and asked, "What's his name?"

"...Wu Manshuang?"

"Yes, yes, it's very interesting."

Ji Qinghong nodded, smiled softly, and threw the two flames of the Crow's Cry Fire back to Yan Luoyue.

"Teach yourself some tips on how to keep things even when you have time - otherwise, what would you do if you find a third fire from the Crow's Cry?"

“…”

Yan Luoyue didn't bother to reply and hurriedly caught the powder.

The next second, the ink-colored flame flashed nimbly, and in a posture that was completely inconsistent with being hidden for a thousand years, it resolutely drilled into the grass woven Pixiu around Yan Luoyue's waist!

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Ji Qinghong: “…”

It's over. This unprecedented aesthetic is now suspected to be spreading like wildfire.

Fanfan was blocked outside the straw weaving. She rushed towards Pixiu in a hurry, and her small body made the straw weaving shake.

Yan Luoyue temporarily ignored the personal conflict between the two flames and asked Ji Qinghong for advice:

"Master, has your flame... shown similar favor to Brother Jiang's straw weaving before?"

Ji Qinghong looked at Yan Luoyue with pity.

"How is this possible?" He said to Yan Luoyue in a gentle voice, "Although my flame has no eyes, it is not so blind."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Ji Qinghong stood up and was about to leave.

Yan Luoyue also stood up to see him off, but Ji Qinghong picked up a tea bowl from the table and stuffed it into his palm.

"Bring the water." Ji Qinghong kindly reminded.

“…”

Before Yan Luoyue could organize a verbal counterattack, his figure slowly dissipated like a puff of dust, making it impossible to track him.

The disciple left a message and Luo Yue sat back in his original position, holding up two flames respectively.

The light and warmth of the flames illuminated Yan Luoyue's uncertain face from left and right.

Dozens of thoughts flashed through his mind at the same time, but in the end, Yan Luoyue just sighed calmly.

"You two, get along well with each other."

As Yan Luoyue spoke, he generously took out another straw Pixiu from his storage bag.

This straw braid was also made by Jiang Tingbai. It is as ugly as the current one, and they both have their own shortcomings and are equally beautiful.

"Come on, one for each of you, and stop making a fuss."

Yan Luoyue was very smart and did not make any distribution, but let the two flames choose for themselves.

After all, it is well known that if the children are assigned by their parents or teachers, they will think that the one in the other's hand is better.

The newly arrived ink-colored flame was far beyond Yan Luoyue's expectations in terms of time, identity, and appearance.

"Well, I have to give you a name..."

What should we call this flame?

"Bamboo-less panda"?

"Irregular Zebra"?

“I’ve always wanted to take a color photo in my life”?

With the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the pink falling petals, and looking at the ink-colored flames whose silhouettes resembled cranes and wild geese, Yan Luoyue's heart suddenly moved.

"Why not, just call yourself 'Guhongying'?"

When he heard the name, he was originally frozen in place, not even caring about competing with Fanfen for the straw-woven ink-colored flames. Now he seemed to have finally breathed a sigh of relief and bounced up and down happily.

Yan Luoyue continued: "The nickname is 'Gugu'?"

The ink-colored flame paused for a moment, then began to jump horizontally wildly.

"Alright, alright, stop dodging. I can see your image clearly... Then I'll just call you Momo, okay?"

The ink-colored flame flickered with difficulty.

So, from that day on, Yan Luoyue began to carry two extremely ugly straw hats with her.

The next day, Ji Qinghong only took one look at Yan Luoyue's waist and laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled.

…

Although the secret realm of Crow's Cry Fire was a hoax, the aftermath it brought has not yet dissipated.

Those weapon refiners who came from ordinary backgrounds and had no sect background were trying to find ways to sell off the second-hand materials they had accumulated over the past year.

They were indeed a little worried that Hongtong Palace gained nothing in this secret realm and was just full of anger, so they might target the small treasury of these weapon refiners.

It was at this time that Yan Luoyue received a letter from Jiang Tingbai.

In the letter, Jiang Tingbai said in a gentle tone that his teaching period in the academy had ended and he would come tomorrow to join his master.

He had never met that junior brother before, so when they meet, he would need Yan Luoyue to introduce him to him.

Before leaving the school, as a senior brother, he will first visit Yan Luoyue's relatives and friends.

The purpose of this trip is not for anything else, just to let her relatives know about Yan Luoyue's life after returning to Yuanzong, so that her relatives can feel at ease.

If Sister Yu and the brothers wrote letters to Yan Luoyue, Jiang Tingbai would personally hand the letters to Yan Luoyue when he came over.

After reading this, Yan Luoyue blinked with emotion.

He is truly worthy of being called Senior Brother Jiang of today and Mr. Jiang of the past.

No matter how his identity changes, he always considers others so carefully.

At the end of the letter, Jiang Tingbai casually mentioned that he would prepare an introductory gift for Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang respectively, and would give it to her after they met.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Knowing how poor Jiang Tingbai was, Yan Luoyue wondered whether Senior Brother Jiang had made two large straw crafts as gifts himself.

... Come to think of it, it's not bad. It's just right for Fanfen and Momo to use as a hamster paradise.

After folding the letter and putting it away, Yan Luoyue excitedly asked Ji Qinghong for leave:

"Master, I'm worried that Senior Brother Jiang won't be able to find the way tomorrow. Can you let me go pick him up?"

Ji Qinghong saw through the surface and saw the real reason why Yan Luoyue wanted to skip class.

He smiled slowly, then cruelly detained Wu Manshuang as a hostage.

"Yes, but you can go alone."

Yan Luoyue tried to bargain: "But Manshuang doesn't know Brother Jiang yet, I want to introduce them to each other."

"He can't." Ji Qinghong smiled and said, "He has to stay here for you and complete your joint group assignment."

“…”

The next day, Yan Luoyue went to the agreed location to pick up Jiang Tingbai.

This time when she went out, she deliberately put on a vest to show that she was trustworthy.

Yan Luoyue was not worried that Jiang Tingbai would not recognize her, because Senior Brother Jiang had seen Yan Luoyue dressed like this in the past five years.

In view of the fact that Ji Qinghong had just attracted a large wave of hatred from Hongtong Palace, as Ji Qinghong's apprentice, Yan Luoyue estimated that he would also receive some unnecessary attention.

In order to avoid certain troubles, Yan Luoyue specially dressed up like this to avoid attracting the bad intentions of those with ulterior motives.

However, what Ling Yan Luoyue had never expected was that even though she had made such thorough preparations, she was still targeted shortly after entering the field!

After Ji Qinghong's long-term training, Yan Luoyue's five senses have become very sharp.

Even though she had not yet developed an outward consciousness, she was able to detect any abnormalities around her immediately through her gaze, footsteps, changes in air flow, and shadows on the ground.

Yan Luoyue was very sure that at this moment, there were at least a dozen people following behind her.

“…”

Is it Hongtong Palace?

They were fooled by Ji Qinghong and lost face in front of the world, so they planned to detain Ji Qinghong's disciples?

The black-robed weaponsmith's face was calm under his hood, and he kept his word, walking at a steady pace. He even joked to himself in his heart:

More than half a year ago, Hongtong Palace was still concerned about not wanting to leave a reputation of bullying a five-year-old girl.

But now more than half a year has passed, and Yan Luoyue is almost six years old.

Maybe they think it's okay to bully a six-year-old girl?

Although there was a string of tails behind him, Yan Luoyue was in a relaxed mood.

First of all, the stalker who was discovered by her would not be very strong, at most he would be in the Jindan stage.

If Hongtong Palace really had a plan against Ji Qinghong's disciples, they would never send a cultivator of this level to intercept her - after all, no matter what her cultivation level was, she was Ji Qinghong's disciple!

Therefore, this action was most likely a small-scale prank planned by the disciples of Hongtong Palace who were unwilling to be humiliated but did not dare to look for Ji Qinghong.

If Yan Luoyue could seize the opportunity, she could blackmail the victim severely... She meant to use legitimate means to demand the victim's legal rights.

Secondly, it’s not like Yan Luoyue doesn’t have ways to protect herself.

Not to mention the progress she had made in her cultivation in recent days, Yan Luoyue had not used any of the three sword talismans that Jiang Tingbai gave her.

The last point...

I don’t know what interesting thing he thought of, but under his hood, the black-robed weaponsmith suddenly revealed a rather expectant smile.

Several followers followed the black figure as if nothing had happened.

They spread out and formed a half fan shape, trailing behind Yan Bixin like a peacock's tail.

If Yan Bixin walked into some place that was suitable for ambush, such as a canyon or a narrow alley, they would definitely block his way in and out from the front and back and take action immediately.

If Yan Bixin discovered something was wrong and showed a hint of panic, the ambushers would be able to rush forward and use their numbers advantage to encircle the weapon refiner.

But somehow, this black-robed weaponsmith was jumping back and forth across the bottom line of his followers.

He stood still for a moment, as if he could turn around at any time to show his intentions to the group of monks who were following him.

Just when several monks were holding their magic weapons tightly and were about to jump out from their hiding places, Yan Bixin actually raised his head again.

——It turned out that he just wanted to see what the sky looked like at the moment.

What are you doing? Why are you gasping for breath?

At this moment, many people complained bitterly in their hearts.

As the sun rose higher and higher, Yan Bixin was still walking back and forth on the street.

The black-robed weapon refiner neither went into any shop nor bought anything. He just strolled around the street in a calm and ordinary manner.

Occasionally, the instrument maker paused and looked up above his head.

This action made several monks confused: Is the sun really that beautiful?

While Yan Luoyue was not noticing, several monks made gestures to each other and discussed the next countermeasures.

——This guy has been walking on this street for two or three quarters of an hour. Maybe he has noticed us and is teasing us on purpose?

——He was timid. He didn’t dare to look back or go to places with few people.

Just as the leader raised his hand and prepared to give a decisive command, the black-robed weaponsmith stopped again and looked up.

I don’t know what Yan Bixin saw this time, but the weapon refiner turned around suddenly.

Compared with before, he was swift and decisive and went to a small alley where there was no one and sheltered from the wind.

Eh? There is a way!

Seeing their opponent so confused, the followers suddenly brightened up and quickly followed Yan Bixin's lead.

When these dozen monks appeared at the entrance and end of the alley, they saw the black-robed weapon refiner standing calmly in the middle of the alley.

Although Yan Bixin's face was hidden by the cloak, her aura as a weaponsmith was not at all panicked.

The black-robed weaponsmith raised his head and looked at the group of sneaky followers attentively.

"Here I come."

This attitude was indeed a bit abnormal, so the leader took action and did not let the stalkers launch an attack immediately.

"You know we're following you?"

"I discovered it right at the beginning." The instrument master smiled and gave this surprising answer in a hoarse voice.

One question followed another, and then Yan Bixin also threw out a confusing question.

"Then do you know why I was taking you around in circles on the street just now?"

“…”

There are too many possibilities in this question.

But at this moment, the leader who was tracking could only think of one answer.

"Because you are stalling for time, waiting for your reinforcements! - Don't listen to him, just go ahead!"

Since the reinforcements have not yet arrived, they can seize this brief time difference and defeat the black-robed weapon refiner in the dark alley in one fell swoop!

Facing the dozen or so monks that were surrounding him from the front and back, Yan Bixin sighed and asked himself:

"Because, just one stick of incense ago, I just celebrated my 10th birthday this year..."

Before he finished his words, swords, thunder, dust, and winding vines of plants all hit the black-robed weaponsmith at the same time!

These dozen people turned out to be a well-trained assassination team. They worked as one, and the coordination between the upper and lower levels was seamless.

Among them, the leader who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core Stage took the lead, and the thick back sword in his hand heavily chopped off Yan Bixin's chest and abdomen!

However, surrounded by more than a dozen people who were so skilled in carrying out assassination missions, and enduring the attacks of more than a dozen people in one breath, this black-robed weaponsmith was still standing firmly in the same place, without moving a muscle.

Even a leader in the Jindan stage would think that he might not be able to survive after being attacked like this.

But the weapon maker actually leaned back leisurely, as if nothing had happened.

...What's going on? Is there something wrong with their eyes?

This should just be a tool cultivator, not a body cultivator famous for his turtle shell, right?

If you could hear their inner voices, they would definitely smile.

At this moment, she was raising her head slightly, making the same movement as when she was "looking at the sun" before.

This action is certainly not for observing the weather.

In reality, Yan Luoyue was checking his own health bar.

Since Yan Luoyue was standing sideways at this time, her health bar, which had just surged by 10 times, was very considerate and ran through the entire alley.

Yan Luoyue saw with his own eyes that after enduring fatal attacks from more than ten people at the same time, his own health remained as stable as a rock.

That long, long, long red health bar covered the entire alley, just like Bing Xixi's "cut one knife". Even if it was cut by ten people at the same time, the progress value would not change at all!

Yan Luoyue even suspected that even if attacked by a hundred or a thousand people at the same time, this health bar would not fluctuate much.

While she was sighing, the assassins had already launched a second round of attack.

If we say that in the first round of attack, everyone only put in 90% of their effort in order to save time.

Now everyone was putting in all their strength and using their full power.

...Even if this is a big guy in the Yuanying period, he can't be said to be unscathed after being hit like this. He should at least have some reaction!

But to their surprise, after their second round of attack, the black-robed weapon refiner was still completely unharmed!

Ru Niang, is this still a human being? !

...Are they attacking an unbreakable turtle shell, or have they finally encountered a tough enemy after walking on the road at night for too long?

Under the leader's order, the followers launched a third attack.

But only they themselves knew that everyone's palms had begun to slip.

Several monks with bad mentalities couldn't even hold the magic weapons in their hands steadily.

Just as the third round of attack was about to fall on the black-robed man, everyone in the alley clearly heard the black-robed man chuckle softly.

The hoarse voice of the weaponsmith was no different from the whisper of a demon.

"Do you all have wives and children?"

Bang——!

The third round of attack was like a drop in the ocean, leaving no trace, not even able to scratch the skin of the mysterious weapon refiner!

——Failed! They failed!

This was the only thought that flashed through everyone's mind.

They all knew that this trip had hit a wall.

After experiencing the miraculous power gap just now, they didn't even dare to think of running away.

The leader trembled and asked, "What do you want to do? Why are you asking about our wives and children at home?"

The black-robed weaponsmith gave a hoarse laugh. "Nothing much. I just wanted to tell you a story about moving mountains, where a son gave birth to a grandson, and a grandson gave birth to a son..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yan Bixin realized that something was wrong: "Well, it doesn't seem to work. Even if you learn the spirit of Yugong, it will be useless."

After all, even if this group of people worked hard to the point of exhaustion and death, the speed of giving birth to a child would not be as fast as the speed at which her health bar doubled!

The group failed to understand Yan Luoyue's sneer and were frightened by her "threat".

Just when Yan Luoyue thought this situation was good and wanted to continue questioning this group of people about their origins, a frosty sword light suddenly flashed before her eyes.

The sword's light is like a swimming dragon or a startled bird.

At one point, the sword light even made people mistake it for a petal of pear blossom falling from a tree in spring, yet it was also so chilly that it looked like a cold wave in the ice and snow.

The next second, except for Yan Luoyue, everyone else in the alley fell to the ground screaming.

As for Luoyue, she raised her head in anticipation and surprise.

I saw a figure with a sword falling from the sky.

He wore no necklaces or jade ornaments, his posture was as straight and upright as a jade tree in the courtyard, and he was wearing a sword robe that had been washed so much that it looked bleached.

Yan Luoyue had seen him before, and he was as gentle as the spring river water under the moon.

But at this moment, the man's gentle eyes and brows had a look as stern as the snow-capped peaks in the Far North.

Jiang Tingbai's surprise was mixed with anger, like water wrapped around a ball of fire, making people dare not look directly into his sharp gaze.

Jiang Tingbai could not have imagined that he had just arrived as promised and his consciousness detected such an infuriating scene.

A dozen monks who didn't look like good people strictly blocked his weak, innocent, pitiful and lovely six-year-old little sister in the alley!

After sheathing the sword, Jiang Tingbai scolded: "How dare you bully me like this..."

He swallowed the word "Junior Sister" carefully.

Considering that Yan Luoyue was dressed like a man of his word at the moment, Jiang Tingbai didn't say much.

Looking around the alley at the traces of battle left behind, Jiang Tingbai, with his experience, could immediately tell how these people had killed people.

His junior sister was just a young cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, while the leader of this team had even reached the Golden Core Stage.

The remaining anger had not subsided, but became more and more intense under various evidences. Jiang Ting said in a stern voice:

"She's still young... still young. Love your own children, and other people's children. Before you took action, did you never think about the young children in your own family?"

Although rationally, Jiang Tingbai could guess that these people might regard "Keep Your Words" as an adult monk.

But the essence of the matter is that they even beat up a six-year-old child!

What a despicable behavior!

These people endured the scolding from the sword master who came down from the sky.

Finally, one person couldn't bear it anymore. He was so frightened and in so much pain that he burst into tears on the spot.

What luck they have!

It was originally just a routine assassination, but it turned out to be a big shot in fishing law enforcement.

The boss played a trick on them, and then asked about their wives and children in a hoarse voice that sounded like a bad guy.

Before they could even beg the boss to spare their lives, the sword master descended from the sky and cut off everyone's legs and right hands with one sword.

The most terrifying thing is that these two people are indeed birds of a feather.

Without saying anything else, he first threatened their beloved wives and young children at home!

Jiang Tingbai's expression did not melt at all because of the crying: "Who sent you? - Hongtong Palace?"

For various complicated reasons, Jiang Tingbai immediately thought of Hongtong Palace.

Yan Luoyue smiled and said, "No, they shouldn't be."

Different from Jiang Tingbai's gloomy face, Yan Luoyue's expression was extremely happy under the tent.

After a year, she met Senior Brother Jiang again. Ever since the sword flashed before her eyes, Yan Luoyue has been in a very good mood.

She laughed and said, "At first, I also thought they were from Hongtong Palace, but after just walking back and forth on the street, I knew they were not."

Yan Luoyue was strolling on the street, obviously trying to delay time.

If the disciples of Hongtong Palace were hunting her down on the premise that "Yan Bixin is Yan Luoyue", how dare they let Yan Luoyue go like this.

Aren't you afraid that Yan Luoyue will use the message stone to bring Ji Qinghong back?

Therefore, the people these people are following must be trustworthy.

Thinking back to the past year, “Yan Bi Xin” didn’t appear much, and every time he appeared, it was at the Galaxy Auction House…

Yan Luoyue immediately understood what was going on.

"It was Mr. Yu from the auction house who sent you here, right?"

In the past two months, in addition to the formation, Ji Qinghong also gave Yan Luoyue some pointers on refining weapons.

Yan Luoyue sold all those class assignments to Yu Funing, the female appraiser at the Xinghe Auction House. All together, they were sold for hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.

Seeing that Yan Luoyue had guessed his identity, the leader told him everything.

——This is a ruthless person who, when faced with an assassination attempt, first suspected Hongtong Palace. And within two sentences of opening his mouth, he mentioned the family of his opponent.

How could a normal righteous person do such a thing? These two must be the kind of evil demons that ordinary people dare not even think about!

It turned out that this team was sent by Mr. Yu from the auction house.

After the last failed surveillance, Young Master Yu did not stop there, but made his actions more covert.

He did not send anyone to continue tracking Yan Bixin, but he specifically investigated the background of this black-robed weapon refiner.

After discovering that Yan Bixin had always been a loner and that his base was near Yunning Daze, which was too far away from here, Young Master Yu began to think that he could make a move.

In particular, in the past two months, Yan Bixin sold two valuable treasures in a row through his sister.

Young Master Yu's people secretly found out that Yan Bixin had other things and planned to entrust them all to Yu Funing for auction before the exploration of the secret realm was over.

This time, we have finally stirred up a hornet's nest.

The leader confessed honestly: "We are doing dirty work for the young master... Whenever we know that those independent cultivators without any background have treasures, the young master will send us out."

Including him, there are three Jindan monks in this team.

So in the past, no matter who they targeted, they were always easily captured.

According to the leader, Master Yu also hesitated whether to "recruit" and keep his word, or to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs in one go.

However, considering that my sister is serious and sincere.

Once Yan Bixin disappeared, he would definitely be tracked down by Yu Funing if he took out a few items in Yan Bixin's style, so Young Master Yu simply issued a kill order.

After listening to the leader's account of these people's past crimes, Jiang Tingbai's face became even more gloomy.

He drew his sword from its sheath and asked in a serious tone, "What else do you have to say?"

The leader looked up, his lips trembling, "It's the law of the jungle. I don't mind dying. There's nothing to say. But, my wife and children will not suffer as much..."

Soon realizing the misunderstanding, Yan Bixin lowered his head in silence and covered his face with his hands.

Even with Jiang Tingbai's upbringing, he couldn't help but sigh at this moment:

"I told you to love your own children, because I wanted you to think of others before you die..."

Who knew that these guys would judge others by their own standards and get such a radical answer!

A flash of sword light passed by.

Like white pear blossoms and crows startled by snow.

Jiang Tingbai sheathed his sword and took Yan Luoyue's hand like he did when they were children, as if he was still the considerate and somewhat caring teacher in the school.

"Let's go, I'll take you to seek justice."

…

"...Anyway, this is why I went to pick up Senior Brother in the morning but didn't come back until the afternoon."

Yan Luoyue clasped his hands together and briefly recounted everything that happened during the day, emphasizing:

"We really just wanted to avenge our grudges and complain about our grievances. We didn't take this opportunity to slack off, and we didn't even talk about the past and forget that our Master is still waiting for us here... Really, if you don't believe me, look at my sincere eyes!"

Ji Qinghong smiled and supported himself with one hand, quietly watching Yan Luoyue talking nonsense here.

Instead, Wu Manshuang tugged at Yan Luoyue's sleeve and pointed to a small stack of white papers covered with words on the table.

Yan Luoyue took a breath and had an ominous premonition in his heart: "What is this?"

It can't be her homework tonight!

Wu Manshuang looked at her quietly: "I just got out. This is our group assignment for the next seven days."

He used body language to hint to Yan Luoyue: It’s okay, I’ve got your back, you can still slack off in the next seven days!

Ji Qinghong coughed with a half-smile: "I'm still here."

As for the falling moon...

Facing such a well-behaved little witch, she couldn't help but feel an unspeakable pain in her conscience.

Yan Luoyue took Wu Manshuang's hand and promised on the spot: "Manshuang, I was wrong. Next time I go fishing, I will definitely take you with me!"

Ji Qinghong's smile became more and more cordial: "Teacher is still here."

Jiang Tingbai stood aside, watching the fireworks-filled scene in front of him with a smile.

His gentle eyes passed over Yan Luoyue's head and fell on Wu Manshuang.

"You must be the wizard brother."

When the conversation in the room came to an end, Jiang Tingbai smiled, took something out of his arms and handed it to Wu Manshuang:

"I wrote you several letters before, and now we finally meet."

Yan Luoyue took a closer look and found that what Jiang Tingbai was holding in his hand was actually a jade peace lock.

Although the surface of the buckle is smooth and warm, it faintly exudes a lingering sword aura.

This peace lock was probably carved by Jiang Tingbai himself using the blade of a sword.

It has to be said that Jiang Tingbai's carving skills are much better than his straw weaving ability.

Yan Luoyue looked at the jade and said in a surprised tone: "Brother, have you been much better off recently?"

Jiang Tingbai smiled, not showing any shame, and his expression showed a kind of calmness that went with the flow:

"No, there is still some time before the original 100-year deadline...so I went to the mountains to find this jade myself."

He took two steps towards Wu Manshuang, hung the peace locket around Wu Manshuang's neck with his own hands, and then slowly patted his junior brother's shoulder.

Jiang Tingbai said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I was a step late in the Lu family's secret room."

Under the leadership of Zhen Zhuoer, when he and Yan Luoyue rushed into the secret room of Lujindu, they only found the cage that had once imprisoned the little green snake.

Jiang Tingbai smiled gently at Wu Manshuang, then bent down so that his eyebrows were level with Wu Manshuang's, who was wrapped in a white veil.

He said softly, "If I had arrived earlier, I would have given you this gift then... Fortunately, it's not too late now."

"Brother Wu, from now on, our sect will be your home."

Wu Manshuang silently tightened the safety lock around his neck. After a while, he nodded heavily.

"Senior Brother Jiang!"

"Yeah." Jiang Tingbai narrowed his eyes and smiled, then turned to Yan Luoyue and waved to her.

"Junior sister, come here, you also have a gift."

"I know. It's mentioned in the letter." Yan Luoyue said as she glanced at Jiang Tingbai's cuffs curiously.

Jiang Tingbai gave Wu Manshuang a peace lock that he carved by himself. I wonder what he will give her next?

Judging from the appearance, it should not be the most common straw weaving.

However, what Lian Yan Luoyue did not expect was that in the next second, Jiang Tingbai pulled out a red plum bud from his sleeve.

"What is this...?"

Jiang Tingbai smiled gently and said, "This is the plum tree planted in your yard. Before leaving, I asked Miss Yan Yu to allow me to pick a branch and take it away."

Jiang Tingbai came on this trip not only to bring a letter from an old friend for Yan Luoyue.

The senior brother even picked a branch of plum blossoms from the doorstep for her.

——You come from your hometown, so you should know the things of your hometown. Will the winter plum blossom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? *2